Pages as mirrors

I have been playing with this idea lately--pages as mirrors--as I have been struggling to find a great book to read. A book that will speak to me, speak for me, speak with me for god's sake. Mirrors...

I want to feel not alone in this journey of motherhood--to know that other mothers are enamored with their children at times and infuriated by them at others. To know that mothers relish their children's company, their voices, their warmth, their laugh and also to know that mothers cringe in the presence of their voices, their warmth, their laugh--those moments in time when we need a clear division between us, to know and be reminded that we are, indeed, separate entities. Mirrors...

Is that too much to ask?